And it’s all for me.
I’ve tried to take my time with him, to learn my lessons, to go slow. To do everything right.
But he’s what feels right.
And he’s all I want. I want all of him naked against me.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell my guy.
He sits up and does that sexy move where he tugs it off in one quick sweep.
“I want to be under you,” I say with a moan, since I’m wildly aroused already. “Want to feel this whole gorgeous body against me.”
“You should have everything you want,” he rumbles.
In a split second, we shift. I’m on my back on the mat, and he’s kneeling between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my wet, aching center.
Pleasure rushes through me at the delicious feel of him. It pulses through my core as I reach for his hips and pull him closer.
He slides in an inch, and we both groan at the same time. Needy, hungry cries.
My hands loop around to that fantastic ass, and I grab him. He heeds the call, sinks all the way into me, then stills.
Ecstasy throbs through my body.
I’m shaking everywhere.
Pleasure and longing and emotion swirl inside me as I hold him tight. Wrapping my legs around his firm ass, I whisper, “Missed you so much.”
“Missed you too,” he groans as he rocks his hips, finds a pace, and moves in me. He lowers his chest to mine, keeping me close, swiveling his hips.
He grunts then lets out a long, plaintive, “God, you feel so good.”
I feel more than good. I feel wanted. I feel worshiped.
I feel all the things I told myself to wait for. I feel everything.
Most of all, I feel like we’re not just falling into each other, but falling deeper in love with each thrust.
It’s more than sex.
It’s connection and intimacy.
As he moves in me, roping his arms around my shoulders, holding me tight, he whispers sweet nothings.
How good I feel.
How much he wants me.
How incredible this is.
It’s all so wildly wonderful that I swear I’m flying off Earth and rocketing to another plane of bliss. My toes curl. My pulse surges. I am bathed in endorphins as we rock and thrust and move together.
Sweat slicks down his chest. His breath rushes fast, telling me he’s getting closer. “Katie, need you to come soon,” he says, practically begging.
And that’s all I need.
His desire.
His lust.
It unlocks my climax and I soar to the edge, gasping and panting. My orgasm coils tight then rocks through me in blinding, beautiful waves.
“Oh God,” I gasp. The sound of my voice jars me, and I bite down on his collarbone to shut up.
That does it for him, and he fucks me through his release, murmuring my name as he shudders, coming hard inside me.
A minute later, we’re both loopy and sweaty, and we need to deal with cleanup at my yoga studio.
But I don’t care, and I don’t think he does either.
He snuggles against me, kisses my cheek, then says, “I’m falling in love with you.”
And it’s so right with him. It’s more than right. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
Later, after we straighten up, I walk him to the door then wave goodbye. “Good luck with practice tomorrow,” I say. He’s got an all-day practice and prep for the game this weekend.
“See you soon,” he says with a wink, then heads up Fillmore.
I watch him the whole way with a dopey smile on my face.
When I return inside, the receptionist drums his purple-polished fingernails on the counter. “He’s such a cutie. Thank you again for having eye candy clients.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I say with a laugh.
He slides his finger across his iPad screen. “Now, don’t forget tomorrow morning you have the videographer coming so you can shoot Ten Days to Half Moon Pose.”
“I’ll be here.”
“And you want to stop by Leilani’s class in the Mission. I took it yesterday, and her tree poses are to die for.”
“I can’t wait.”
He fixes me with a pout, narrows his winged eye-liner eyes, all the more stunning against his dark brown skin. “Are you ever going to tell me what all this research is about?”
“Someday,” I say breezily, still high on sex, on falling, on love.
But the next day I wake up with a smidgeon of guilt wiggling through me, and it’s not about the half moon shoot.
As I shower and get dressed, I keep asking myself if maybe I shouldn’t have given in with Harlan.
Should I have waited till the end of the season?
I wait for the universe to answer, but instead, there’s a knock on my door.
I head to the peephole.
My mother is waiting on the other side.
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Katie
I’d be less surprised to see Ed Sheeran.
I turn into a statue with my mouth hanging open. How do I talk? Think? Act?
My brain goes sluggish.